This article would have been greatly improved had the author consulted Jim Cornette about his thoughts regarding the construction of reality in modern professional wrestling.

I am told that the season finale will feature a vital post-credits stinger. A thief like myself will likely be denied the coda, but I thought that you upstanding viewers should be aware.

I don't see any need to branch out. It sounds as if your relationship with bourbon is strong and satisfying. Personally, I glug at least two handles of cheap whiskey straight from its plastic jug every week, and I couldn't be happier with our inflexible arrangement.

Back then the public was willing to pay 99¢ a minute for the privilege of absorbing the wisdom of the intellect of Mean Gene Okerlund. I'd say that qualifies him.

Comedians hate him! Fat Jew's one weird trick for making money on Instagram.

I protested peacefully and bold; I get banned from the local Four GameStops, and rebanned from Fashion SquareI ended up in jail for a weekend, along with court troubles; someone got a mild amount of pepper spray.

Judging only from the general tone of the comments here, I am glad to learn that you upitty Yankees are both aware of and willing to admit to the unimpeachable majesty of Dolly Parton.

I just kinda assumed that marrying Kim Kardashian was some sorta extended transgressive art project on Kanye's part.

Where does Kanye fit in to all this?

Yeah, I could tolerate it if it leads quickly to Cesaro or Brock beating the shit out of Sheamus. The fella can put on some solid hoss brawling.

The stalling on the cash-in was so odd that I at first thought it was the result of some kayfabe on-high Authority screw job to protect Rollins, but it was more likely a blown bit of timing from RKO.

WWE seems to have realized how easy it is to paper over sometimes lackluster storytelling by consistently putting on entertaining in-ring action. Ain't it the damnedest thing that quality wrestling makes for a quality wrestling show.

Classic Punk. Boy, that guy could really use a stiff drink.

Nice of CM Punk to grace us with a cameo as the vengeful orphan boy.

I have not watched The Daily Show much in recent years, but it meant a lot to me in the past. Watching that finale made me want to call up all those folks I loved way back then in that particular time. I won't, but I thought about it.

I mentioned elsewhere, but this shit is fucking crisp.

What's on tonight? New Dre. That new Dre is fucking crisp. In a reversal of fortune, I think he spent a decade plus on his Pet Sounds, discarded it and ended up dropping his Smile.

Waited til I had an opportunity to gorge on Tex-Mex and chug Chelada before I hunkerd down and took a viddy at Ultima Lucha—was totes worth the wait.

Understandable. I've had a difficult time turning anyone on to those folkie freaks. I'd normally agree, but Hangman's Beautiful Daughter especially has a seriously bummed out vibe that cuts through my natural aversion to noodly bullshit. Some of my favorite records required a bit of work on my part for me to truly get…

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